(what'd bro do to you 😭💔)
✧ distorted visage
Dusekkar has commit the warmth of your smile to memory. You have commit your corruption to making sure that memory is an open wound.
Warnings:
Angst, Canon typical violence, Descriptions of blood.
And it was all going fine, until you showed up.
Dusekkar's hands tremble quietly, gripping his staff like a lifeline as he watches you cut down each of his allies; You're quick and precise, leaving no room for error as you run through Builderman first, then Shedletsky— picking off anyone who could've had a chance against you in the final moments of the round.
He tries, he tries his hardest, to protect the remaining few, but your movements are just too unpredictable and spawn protection can't last forever. For the first time in a long while, Dusekkar feels painfully useless. It only takes a few moments before Elliot and Two Time are brought down, leaving him alone against someone he knows he's no match for. He can't help but wonder how this became of you, someone who he once knew to be so caring and kind, reduced to such an efficient and blood-hungry villain.
He remembers your smile as something that was once pure and sweet— and it doesn't take long for that memory to be corrupted by your manic grin when you dash towards him. Blood dampens the clothes on your body, a trail of fresh sanguine from Two Time's mangled corpse following you as you chase down the Mage. An unbelievable grief wracks his body; there is no doubt in his mind that this is his own doing.
As Dusekkar turns to zap you with the magic of his staff, you grapple him to the ground, the blood of his friends staining his robes as he desperately tries to fend you off.
"Hey pumpkin! Aren't you happy to see me?" You cackle, "I missed you!"
He does not respond to you, feeling his staff creak and crack at the pressure youre bringing down on it with your own weapon. The flame in his head reels with agony at the sight of your crazed glare, such a loving nickname now twisted to be a mockery of the relationship you both had, once.
A sharp pain pierces his side as you sink your second blade into him, pinning him to the ground beneath your bloody form. He grunts, attempting to shove you off of him with the staff, only for it to snap in two against your strength.
Once the staff is broken, you toss the pieces to the side, carefully bringing your red-soaked hands to the jack-o'-lantern acting as his head. The act is... Unusually gentle, blood smearing against the surface of the pumpkin as you bring one hand to his antlers, forcing him to look you in the eye.
"I really, really missed you, Dusekkar." You say quietly, gaze softening. You trace a finger around the lip of his carved mouth, the act a depraved mockery of the affection you once held for him.
He's ashamed that it even still works on him.
"I'm... sorry, dear." Dusekkar murmurs into your hand, letting the fire in his skull dim out, "Death grows closer. I'm glad youre here, It'd be much colder."
You stay quiet, moving to cradle his head in your lap. Theres a gentle familiarity to the action, despite the viscera dried to your clothes and the sickening smell of iron that haunts the air surrounding you. If he tried hard enough, he could imagine that everything was normal. He yearns for something that is no longer completely there, something lost to time and corruption that will never come back to him. Dusekkar yearns for you, despite bleeding out in your lap.
When his light fades, he flickers back to reality in the cabin. Agony cauterizes his abdomen as he stares at the ceiling, knowing that seeing you again was an inevitable pain he'd grow numb to. How unfair is that?
